On Loosing People

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How I wish I had another chance at,
Caroline,
I would rub her stomach until,
She fell asleep,

And sit there some more,
Catch her  when the nightmare ,
Threatened to be too real,
I’d tell her stories about the past,
about dragons and princesses and,

Hero’s,

I’d sit still beside her all night and,
Close my eyes and find her in,
dreams,

Of sand castles,
And sunflowers,
And puppies in the rain.

                             -evocative short poetry-